>Call Michael Mouse and inform him of your plan to calm god(I assume Mickey or Disney Executives have yet to be affected by gods madness being all the way in California so mayhaps the madness spreads over the phone corrupting the rodent further into depravity, Joe ultimately will follow what the mouse decrees)
In it's guilty breath you smell an unconfessed sin. The rat seems to be already aware of your plans.
"Disney's telepaths, yes!
the delepaths, yeeh!"
From the wise words of your parrot, you remember a story you dont remember knowing. The Disney telepaths seem to have informed the rat long ago, your fantasy was reciprocated. "Great advertisement" the marketing team must have thought; a disney product that would save not only potentially save the world, but interact directly with the lord and creator.
+ Not new information acquired: The world is crazy, and the country of madness where you come from is no exception. The Rat must have kidnapped your poor home. But he also financed your mission, from the entonation he squealed during your call you can lowkey infer that some equipment must have been granted in order to accomplish this barbarious quest.
"Dinsey KAAAH
Do the thing, KAAAH
with sword, with sword duemfaaes!
the disniey thieng kweegh!"
Parrot seems more aware of your surroundings than yourself. In your pocket you find a malasyan sword. It suits your outfit, its real nice, but not very sharp, its rather dull and softish, it'll do for a beating stick!
>Confront occupant of the home in front our door, where have you stored the rest of our precious brothers precious fluids.... ugh and franky too I guess, dont wanna make mama upsetThe mad got enters your head the moment you enter the home that isn't yours. Fluids! .. fluids? agh, franky too i guess.. mama, fluids?
You dont want to make her upset. You are inside the home, but you forget what you are doing in there. You see a lonely man, sat on a lonely chair; the first of the lineage.
"Get me more drink, get me more, because i crave skin, i want to feel the electricity again, butler, you wont tell me when to stop drinking."
God comes back to dementia and abandons your head. The fluids, yeah. Yeah, the fluids.
"Make mama proud, you said
dont let them in your head"
Someone overhears the door and suspects, then it hears the parrot and knows; they know you are there. You feel the bark coming, an inner sensation of fear of being scolded borns in your esophagus and builds up to your throat, you don't want to be shouted at. What do you do when the hebarks at you?
Side mission :Also scrounge for loot and batteries for parrot.
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>>5964918Im not using AI, many people say i write like a deranged AI, and if so many people say so it must be true. Thank you tho, im glad it is interesting and stands out.
not sure whats the greentext you sent tho
